Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

"Ah!" If this is the world of Two-dimensional comics, a huge dialog box will definitely appear in the upper left space of the boy's head.

It's full of villains who look like Song Jianyu, and a group of demons are dancing and calling for help inside, it's too scary!

Fortunately, he couldn't use the opponent's body now, so when he stood in front of the mirror and that eye looked at him through the mirror, even though the soul was trembling, the body remained indifferent.

"Xiao Xun, are you okay? Mom won't be able to see you off if you don't eat breakfast."

The woman in the living room shouted from outside the door.

Song Jianyu looked at the young man in front of the mirror, picked up the toothpaste and toothbrush on the shelf, and began to brush his teeth. Song Jianyu, who had nothing to do and couldn't move, passively watched the boy brush every tooth clean, and then washed his face and applied frog cream.

When he finished his routine and went out for breakfast, Song Jianyu had a general understanding of the personality of this boy named Xiao Xun.

"Silent, quiet, calm."

After all, if he got up in the morning and went to the bathroom, he heard Mother Song calling him to hurry up.

Otherwise, if you have to be late for school, Song Jianyu can brush your teeth and wash your face in 30 seconds.

But this kid didn't. He moved at a uniform speed throughout the whole process, and didn't even say a word.

Song Jianyu seriously doubted whether this person was dumb.

The boy at the dinner table didn't know that there was another person inside him, watching his every move.

After finally finishing his breakfast, the boy put on his schoolbag and went out with his mother to get on the bus together.

Song Jianyu finally knew what year and month it was through the calendar hanging by the ticket window on the old bus.

Here it is March 1997, 7.

After a boy named Xiao Xun rode six platforms with his schoolbag on his back, his mother, who stood by his side and protected him from head to toe to prevent him from being squeezed by passers-by, rubbed his head, "Mom will pick you up after work, I put steamed buns and water in the school bag for you, remember to eat when you are hungry."

"I go first."

The old bus stopped, and the boy finally made the first sound of the day, got off the bus with his schoolbag full of things.

On the left side of the bus platform, a large Xinhua Bookstore came into view.

Song Jianyu looked at the surrounding scenery curiously. The last time he came to 1998 for the victims of Feng Zhuang, he didn't expect that he came directly to 1997 this time.

But what will happen to this boy?Leading him to allow himself to come here across a 24-year period.

At first, Song Jianyu was still guessing whether this person might be the boy involved in the 863 serial murder case next year.

It's just that this idea was overthrown by himself as soon as it was formed, because whether it was eating in the morning or going out with the mother and son.

Neither party mentioned the other male in the family.

Even in the bathroom, Song Jianyu saw that there were only two toothbrushes and towels on the sink.

This is the home where a mother and son live, and it has been fundamentally different from the 863 serial father and son murderer from the very beginning.

A boy named Xiao Xun walked into Xinhua Bookstore with his schoolbag in his hand, and went to the children's area on the third floor.

Many parents here are taking their children to buy summer reading books.

There are two long wooden stools placed in front of and behind the long desk in the corner, where many children are sitting and reading children's books.

Song Jianyu watched helplessly as the other party walked there, and then put the schoolbag on the ground in the corner.

A boy with long hair sitting on the edge of the long table looked up when he heard the movement, picked up the books stacked on the table, and asked someone to sit beside him.

Song Jianyu couldn't do anything, so he happened to look at the two teenagers who didn't speak. Now they were sitting together as if they didn't know each other, but he had an intuition that the two knew each other.

One morning, Song Jianyu bowed his head to see the primary school homework, and looked up to see the stacks of children's bookshelves. When he closed his eyes and opened them, it was still the world.

Someone who couldn't walk, couldn't sleep, and couldn't occupy his body, could only be silent and irritable until lunch time.

Most of the customers in Xinhua Bookstore had left, and the children's area was almost completely emptied.

On this long table for children to read, there is no one there except for two teenagers who are still doing their homework.

Xiao Xun went to pick up the schoolbag he put in the corner and opened it.

In the schoolbag were the vegetable buns and steamed buns prepared by his mother, and a large bottle of boiled water.

The steamed buns had been placed next to the kettle for a whole morning, and they were still warm.

The steamed stuffed bun was opened from the plastic bag and handed to the boy who was still doing his homework next to him.

The unknown boy smelled the aroma of vegetable buns, put down the mechanical pencil in his hand, picked up the buns, and looked into the distance; "Have you figured it out yet?"

The boy who was eating the white steamed bun by himself was silent, he ate half of the steamed bun in his hand before he said, "Think about it."

A piece of something wrapped in a black iron box was put on his textbook.

Nameless said calmly: "I heard from my dad that this thing contains radioactive substances, and keeping it around for a long time can cause infertility. You should find a chance to put it in his personal items."

The boy gnawing on the white steamed bun looked down at the iron box the size of a palm, raised his hand and put the thing in his pocket: "I know where to put it."

Song Jianyu was startled at the side, and couldn't help but look at the two teenagers who seemed to be about ten years old in front of him.

I don't know what happened to them, why they found this kind of item that can cause infertility, could it be that Xiao Xun's mother wanted to remarry again?Doesn't the child's jealousy want someone to share his mother's love again?

Song Jianyu couldn't get an answer, and the two of them didn't intend to face the air here and tell the whole story in the future.

In the afternoon, when the clock on the wall of Xinhua Bookstore moved to 02:30, a young man in his thirties, wearing a brown leather jacket and shiny leather shoes on his feet, walked through the crowds to the two people who were doing their homework. in front of.

"Ah Xun, I haven't finished my homework yet."

Xiao Xun closed the homework in his hand, and looked up at the person who came; "I finished writing, and I am reviewing the content of the next semester."

"My son is so smart, and now he's starting to review the content for next semester. Come on, Dad will take you to McDonald's!"

The young man moved swiftly, helped Xiao Xun pack up all the textbooks, put his schoolbag on and dragged his son away from Xinhua Bookstore.

The young man sitting next to Xiao Xun didn't raise his head from the beginning to the end, like a stranger. After the people around him left, he put the books that had just been moved to the left hand side back to the original place, occupying Continue to do your homework after that position.

Song Jianyu was attached to Xiao Xun, and watched as the father and son left the gate of Xinhua Bookstore, a young girl with long hair tied in a red bow and a cream-colored lace dress stood outside the store gate. After seeing them coming out, his eyes lit up and he waved at them.

"Xiao Xun, long time no see, hello."

Xiao Xun looked up at the wedding ring on the other party's finger, and said expressionlessly, "Hello, Auntie."

"Good boy, let's go."

The three got into a small bridge car, and Song Jianyu sat in the car and looked around.

I didn't expect the boy's father to look so rich, but he sneaked a glance at the laughing woman sitting in the co-pilot in front of him.

It seems that Xiao Xun's parents have divorced, and this is probably the legendary stepmother.

"what!"

The sweet-mouthed stepmother in the co-pilot accidentally saw the boy in the back row in the rearview mirror, and screamed out of fear from the flickering eye on the other side's left.

"What's wrong with my wife? What's wrong?"

The man in the driver's seat immediately parked the car on the side of the road, and rushed over nervously to caress the other's flat stomach: "Is your stomach uncomfortable??"

The young man in the back row looking out the window also tilted his head and looked at the stepmother in the co-pilot in puzzlement, his eyes slowly falling on the still flat belly of the other party.

The palm in the pocket held the small iron box calmly.

Wenjuan didn't say anything, but turned her head to look at the child behind her, and saw that the child was silently watching her with those dark eyes. For some reason, she felt very panicked.

But he didn't say what happened just now, he just comforted the nervous man beside him: "I just remembered that I forgot to bring my wallet when I went out today, and I was thinking about buying a new pair of shoes for Ah Xun today , now I can’t buy it anymore.”

"Hey, there's nothing to worry about. I've brought the money and we can buy shoes for Ah Xun together."

After the man heard that her stomach was fine, he felt relieved again and drove the car forward.

The three of them looked like a family of three from the outside.

After Ah Xun ate McDonald's, they also dragged him to buy two new clothes and a new pair of sneakers. Before coming out of the mall, Ah Xun used an excuse to go to the bathroom.

When the two adults turned their backs to him and were talking to a gold store in the mall, Ah Xun quietly left behind them.

Song Jianyu followed Ah Xun and watched him walk into a jewelry store and bought a pure white ceramic angel with a big head. There was a gap in the wings of the angel that could be inserted into a coin.

Ah Xun bought something, took the ceramic angel to the bathroom, opened the iron box in his pocket, took out the black item hidden inside, cut it into small pieces with a utility knife, and stuffed it into the small coin slot. go in.Finally put things in the bag.

People who came out of the bathroom saw that the stepmother had another gift bag from the jewelry store in her hand.

"Dad, I heard that you have bought a new house. Can I take a look? I don't know where Dad lives after he left home. I want to know how Dad is doing now."

The young man nodded without thinking: "Of course you can see it. You are my son. You care about me. I am too happy. I just went to find you before your mother got off work. I will take you to see the house."

Song Jianyu took the small bridge car again. In addition to the city center of Jinjiang City in 97, there are many areas full of low-rise one-story houses that can be seen at the end.

After the three of them sat in the car for about half an hour, although Song Jianyu didn't feel it, he was dazzled by the uneven road.

Finally, the vehicle stopped at the entrance of an exotic villa, and the road outside here is still a red brick road.

After the car drove in, it stopped in front of the second two-story villa with the style of the Republic of China.

Song Jianyu got out of the car and saw that there were quite a lot of people at the entrance of the villa, most of them were laborers who came and went for cleaning and moving furniture.

A family of three entered this old bungalow, and Ah Xun carried his schoolbag to visit the master bedroom on the second floor from the huge living room.

His father followed him the whole time, introducing him the purpose of each room.

A Xun pushed open the door of the room closest to the master bedroom, and the sky blue wallpaper and baby carriage came into his eyes.

"This is for your younger brother. Your aunt has a baby in her womb now, but Ah Xun will always be Dad's child, and Dad has reserved a room for you here."

The man standing behind him saw this scene, quickly explained, and took A Xun to see the room prepared for him in person.

Snow-white walls, simple beds, a small wardrobe and a desk.

"When you come to visit Dad in the future, you can stay here to rest at night." The young man patted his son on the shoulder, thinking very well.

A Xun picked up his schoolbag, took out the gift he carefully selected in the jewelry store, and handed it to the other party: "I know that my aunt is about to give birth to a little brother. This is a gift I bought for my brother. I don’t have any money, so I can only buy this piggy bank.”

He also took out his own coin purse, and stuffed all the coins in his hand into the small coin slot in front of the man.

The sound of coins falling rang non-stop in the room.

Holding the empty wallet, Ah Xun said shyly, "From now on, every time I come here, I will stuff my pocket money into it. When my brother is born, I will definitely save enough money to give him a real gift." OK?"

The young man was almost moved to tears when he was provoked by his son's actions. He hugged Ah Xun and kissed him hard: "Okay, okay, my brother knows that Ah Xun likes him so much, I'm sure he will like it no matter what gift my brother gives you." .”

"There seem to be a lot of people in Dad's house. I'm worried that they will damage this gift for my brother. Can I choose the storage place myself? No one is allowed to touch the gift I gave to your brother."

"Okay! Listen to Ah Xun."

Song Jianyu watched the boy put the angel-shaped ceramic piggy bank on the bedside table in the master bedroom.

A Xun also has his own opinion on this: "In this way, my brother will be able to see the gift I prepared for the first time every day."

The second-married father was so moved by the gift from his thoughtful son. In the end, he not only gave him several hundred change in one breath, but also drove him to the door of Xinhua Bookstore in person.

Ah Xun stood by the side of the road with his schoolbag in his hand, watching the man drive away with a smile on his face.

"The things are put away?" The unknown boy came to his side at some point, and looked at the car in the distance with him.

"Put it away, you want to go home?" A Xun turned around, saw the leaky shoes on the other party's feet, and directly handed over the new sneakers and new clothes in his hand to the other party.

"gave it to you."

The unknown boy took these things and walked across the road to an unknown direction.

Song Jianyu followed Ah Xun in the Xinhua Bookstore, and at 06:30 in the afternoon, he waited for his mother who was off work in the textile factory.

The other party hastily rushed into the Xinhua Bookstore with vegetables in one hand and bag in the other: "Xiao Xun, you're home."

Xiao Xun didn't change his face, put on his schoolbag to keep up with the other party, took the bus back home again.

At night, Song Jianyu opened his eyes again after the boy lay on the bed and closed his eyes.

The person who couldn't move for a whole day blinked his eyes vigorously to make sure that he could really move, then he carefully raised his hands and looked at the soft palms of the teenager.

The boy on the bed quietly got up and turned on the night light in front of the desk.

Song Jianyu found the iron box that hadn't been thrown away from the other party's schoolbag, and the person who was waiting for the box to be opened by the night light saw that there were only a little black items left inside.

Twist it with your fingers, put it under your nose and smell it.

There is no smell, and I can't tell what it is.

He put the box back to its original place, took out all the books in the schoolbag, and finally found a name written in pencil in the corner of a Chinese book.

"Jiang Xun." Song Jianyu read out the boy's name.

Apart from this name, there are no other clues in the schoolbag.

Song Jianyu surrounded the small bedroom, opened the wardrobe, the desk, the pillow, the bed, and even the shoebox.

In the boy's bedroom, apart from his own belongings, there were only three photos of him and the woman in another bedroom.

One of the photos was obviously torn apart, and after more than half of it was missing, only the mother and child were left in the frame.

Song Jianyu rummaged through all the items, and after making sure that he really couldn't find any useful information, he lay down on the small bed and closed his eyes again...

In the same season 24 years later, Song Jianyu had been in a coma for two days and two nights without opening his eyes.

Li Qin would report the current situation of the Song family to the bureau every morning, noon and evening.

Qin Shiguan had just returned from No. [-] Shizhu Road, and there was now a successor policeman watching over there. He came back to check other information.

After opening the internal system of the public security, Qin Shiguan quickly found the information of all household heads from No. [-] to No. [-] Shizhu Road.

The name of the No. [-] head of household still retains the name of the former vice president of the Sixth City Hospital.

The owner of Villa No. 34 is Jiang Xun, [-] years old this year. According to the security guard of the community next door to Shizhu Road, the head of Villa No. [-] has immigrated abroad, and only comes back to live for half a month during the Spring Festival holiday every year.

Qin Shiguan copied down the phone number on the file of the No. [-] head of household.

He also copied the number of the water and electricity meter where No. [-] Yi Renxin lives now on the sticky note.

Song Jianyu once said that there are refrigerators everywhere in that lunatic's house, as well as the remodeled gate and many devices, all of which require a lot of power support.

If Yi Renxin used to hide people at No. [-] Shizhu Road, then No. [-] villa, where no one was home all year round, would be his best target for stealing electricity.

Qin Shiguan called the power supply bureau and applied for the summary of utility bills for the past year in the villa area on Shizhu Road.

Half an hour later, the other party sent over the water and electricity meter indices of all the villas from No. [-] to No. [-] on Shizhu Road.

Qin Shiguan looked at the printed form and sighed.

"No."

The electricity consumption of villas No. 300, No. [-], and No. [-], which are uninhabited on the form, is less than [-] yuan each this year. The electricity bill of No. [-] can be seen from the end of January to February every year. Two-thirds of the electricity bill.

This information and what the security guard in the neighborhood next door said corresponded.

Because the head of household No. [-] will return to live in China every Spring Festival, the electricity bills are also concentrated during that time.

No. 500 Yi Ren's new villa has an electricity bill of about [-] yuan per month, and summer runs from June to mid-October.

Because of the central air-conditioning and other reasons, the electricity bill once increased to 500 yuan a month, but after mid-October, the temperature dropped, and the electricity bill dropped to [-] yuan at any time.

The electricity bill in Jinjiang City is [-] cents per kilowatt-hour, and Yi Renxin's two-story villa is not abnormal according to this consumption standard.

Villa No. [-] consumes the most electricity among the six villas, and the electricity bill is as high as two thousand a month throughout the year.

In summer, it skyrocketed to almost 4000 yuan a month.

This electricity consumption has already caught up with the electricity consumption of small commercial companies.

Based on the name of the head of household shown on the information, Qin Shiguan found out the other party's personal phone number and called.

The person on the other end of the phone was playing mahjong, and when he heard the phone ringing, he picked it up.

"Which one is it?"

"Hello, this is the Municipal Power Supply Bureau. Are you the owner of the house at No. [-], Shizhu Road?" Qin Shiguan pretended to be an employee of the power supply bureau while holding the phone.

The man in front of the mahjong table, facing the sweaty man, said without thinking, "It's me, I won't buy anything that's on sale, you chicken, I'll touch it!"

"I don't sell products, but when we checked the accounts here, we found that there seems to be something wrong with the electric meter in your home. Our staff will come to help you check the electric meter for free later."

The man on the phone touched a new card: "Crack! Six cakes. You don't have to check. If there is someone at home, I'll hang up if there's nothing wrong."

Before Qin Shiguan could speak again, the person on the other end of the phone had already hung up.

Qin Shiguan took his clothes and asked Da Qiao to go to Shizhu Road together. Before he left, he didn't forget to take the phone number of the owner of Villa No. [-] on it.

While Da Qiao was driving, Qin Shiguan used his mobile phone to dial the number of the number two head of household.

"Doo...doo...doo, Sawadeekar."

A distinctly Southeast Asian voice appeared on the other end of the phone.

Qin Shiguan listened to the movement on the phone, picked up his impromptu note, which stated that Jiang Xun immigrated to the United States, and the person in the co-pilot continued to the phone, "Hello, Is this Jiang Xun's mobile phone number?"

"Look for Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang is surfing Diwa on the beach."

The other party heard that they are proficient in Chinese and cut it, but their Mandarin is not standard.

"Who are you, please? Are you Mr. Jiang's friend in China?" The woman on the other end of the phone was quite enthusiastic, and before Qin Shiguan asked, she chattered non-stop: "Mr. Call me, how many times have I said that the house is not for sale, it is Mr. Jiang's old house, don't you pay attention to returning to the roots? So don't call again to ask about the sale of the house. Pop!"

The person on the other end hung up the phone immediately after speaking, Qin Shiguan looked at the phone that had already been hung up, frowned and put down the phone.

In the phone call just now, he heard the obvious sound of waves, and tourists playing in the distance from time to time. It seems that the owner of the No. [-] villa is really abroad.

On the second floor of Villa No. [-], Shizhu Road, Jiang Xun was holding a medical magazine in his hand. From the time the phone rang on the bedside cabinet to the time it was hung up, the young man lying on the big bed never paid attention to him.

The voices of the waves and tourists disappeared from the recorder automatically after the phone was hung up.